Hills

My youth is passing, other times are coming
What was once is no longer there
What was once is no longer there
But I still remember
Those meadows, those rivers
Those woods and paths
Old mother while laughing
And the hearth as it warms me
But I still remember
Those meadows, those rivers
Those woods and paths
Old mother while laughing
And the hearth as it warms me
Now I have what I wanted, what I once dreamed about
I should be happy, but I used to be
I should be happy, but I used to be
But I still remember
Those meadows, those rivers
Those woods and paths
Old mother while laughing
And the hearth as it warms me